Which sea denies the pull of the moon?
What puppet dances to its own tune?
A barbed and chastening valentine
No choice at all; the fault’s all mine
Could do better, the report card says
But how to change one’s errant ways?
Alas, some choices can’t be mended
Outcome’s not as was intended.
Each act’s curtain draws to a close
Why it matters, none other knows